25 May 2010

mango, mango


Last Friday, the beginning of this last warm weekend, I stopped off along Whitechapel because I got a yearning for an Alphonso mango.  I'd seen them for sale on one of my walks home from the Women's Library the week before but didn't fancy carrying a box all the way home.  The bad news was that there were no Alphonsos left.  The good news was that there were some Kesar mangoes for sale, £4.50 a box, and just the right size to fit in my panniers.  I write that as if I am an expert on mangoes.  I'm not.  In fact, I had never heard of Kesar mangoes before, but how could anyone resist them in their neat little box,  Farm fresh, all the way from the orchards of Mumbai.   As if a whole box was not enough, I crossed the road and found some giant over-ripe mangoes for sale, four for a pound, and bought those too. Mango heaven.

I have a friend who loves food and says that she can remember the first time she tried a particular food - what it was, I can't remember.  I was a bit snippy about it.  But since I've had mangoes on my mind, I realise that I can remember the first time I ate a ripe mango.  It wasn't in some exotic foreign location, but in St Dunstan's churchyard, on a warm afternoon.  I can clearly recall the  geranium scent, and the juice running down my face and hands.

When it was too hot to sleep in the early hours of yesterday morning, I crept downstairs to open the back doors and let in some air, wondering how people ever managed in hot climates.  Maybe eating mangoes in the coolth of the garden helps.  Especially when nobody can see the mess you make.

5 comments:

knit nurse said...

Until I moved to Deptford I didn't even realise there were different types of mango. Which is pretty thick really, considering you get different types of apples, pears, potatoes....!

Gerry Snape said...

It's the boxes that I love as much as the fruit. I often sneak small wooden boxes back from abroad in my suitcase of course after we've munched on the contents!I can always find a good use for them.

Rattling On said...

The best mangoes I ever ate were in a Pakistani resaturant. The owner told us which they were but I can't remember!! I've never had any problem sleeping when it's hot (even in 40 odd degrees abroad) but if I'm cold it's a different matter.

colleen said...

Boxes, boxes! Why are they so pleasing? Especially those wee wooden ones with cherries printed on the sides that you get in the summer.

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